There was death. How very old school.

Why fight, when fleeing is an option?

You've become an expert in virtual android hunting.

You managed to maintain the essence of three lives.

Sneaky, stealthy, skillful. You know how to crack open a beer can.

No cat in Bornholm is safe from your love.

You made allies out of very unsavory humans. You bad person, you.

Navigating sewers is second nature to you.

You were able to maintain the essence of at least one life.

You bested a door using masterful diplomatic skills.

You made allies out of very energetic beings.

You fought a viking, and you didn't even break a sweat.

The 'friend' in your head got the better of you.

Mitsotomo will have to hire a new security guard.

Grumpy Mitsotomo security chiefs ain't your problem anymore.

You were unable to maintain the essence of a single life.

Instead of scrapping a bot, you helped him become a better person.

You convinced the 'friend' in your head to be merciful.

You speak swan, and your memory is not too bad either!

The relentless achievement bullying is finally over.

Forrest Gump would probably have to say something about your relationship with that metal detector.

You collected every single piece of lore in Bornholm.

Impressive. You resisted the urge to fire a single shot.

Finnish kebab dispensers are helpless against your charms.